16-3

OK, so women just don’t have the muscle mass to compete with the big boys of major league baseball, right?  Lord knows what the score would’ve been in yesterday’s 16-3 White Sox loss to the Twins.  The bullpen gave up 15 runs, twelve of them after the seventh inning.  Obviously, guys are better.

The old days were bad in terms of health care and race relations; give me antibiotics and the Civil Rights Act anytime.  And I don’t want the Negro Leagues coming back, either.  But, back before franchise operated on a monkey-see monkey-do basis, teams pushed boundaries, Branch Rickey’s Dodgers most of all.

If my White Sox were at all like that (ironically, their owner was born in Brooklyn and grew up a Dodgers’ fan), they would squeeze that lemon of a bullpen into something better.  They’d look for pitchers who throw knuckleballs, screwballs and palm balls.  They’d send scouts to watch the Chicago Bandits.  They’d do something more than send out pitchers because of the size of their contract, which in at least one case rivals his ERA.